That and the night of two wine bottles but that's another story.I guess the time I'm going to tell you about now has stayed with me because it's somet...ing I want to happen again, in fact I crave it ... it's shaped my sexual appetite.It was early afternoon and we were sitting on the sofa watching TV, some film I wanted to watch but I don't think she was too interested. Not too long into the film she reached towards me, undid my fly and slid her hand inside my pants. She began to slowly massage. Quietly he closed the door and shuffled over to my bed.“What do you want?” I asked.He sat down on the side of my bed. “I’d really like to touch your tits again.” He breathed, excitedly. ”If that’s ok?”I felt his hands sliding over my duvet, tracing the contours on my breasts. My nipples went instantly hard. “Does that feel nice?” He asked.He continued to fondle them, squeezing and kneading them through the covers.I let out an involuntary groan of pleasure. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He. I know you're under pressure atthe office -- I wouldn't want you to feel pressured here too. Hereyou should just feel free to be yourself." She picked up her purse."So you go, girl! Enjoy being yourself! See you tonight!" Tata!" I said, waggling my fingers at her. She grinned.After six or eight months of this regimen I was in better shape thanI'd ever been. My weight and waistline were down to what they'd beenin my scrawny mid-teens, though exercises targeted toward feminineshapeliness did kept. And put her down the couch on her back and came over her, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist.We were kissing again and this time our mouths were opening wider than before. Her saliva tasted so sweet I just didn’t want it to stop. Midway the kiss a fight started between the two of us which I realized a little late, she was trying to wrap her lips over mine and every time I opened mine to get her lips between mine she pushed me back a little, so we continued this and I started.